” She stroked me a few times and I almost shot my load.“I know my dirty boy can cum with something inside him. And judging by your moans and grunt...s of pleasure I would say you are close again. But I don't want you to cum. You must prove to me you love me more than you love my cock.”To emphasize her point she thrust hard a few times making me groan. I tried to control my surging hormones and not cum. Mistress was not going to make it easy on me and she put it to me hard and deep. I tried to take. She had never been fucked by any man other than her husband George, but for some strange reason she was ashamed to admit that to her friends. She had made up a story about a steamy affair that she'd had when Jack was out of town. Even though the story was fiction Karen still got wet when she thought about it and wished to God that it had been true. She had lied so it was possible that the other girls were lying also, but that didn't change anything. The tales, true or false, made her horny and. It was quite disconcerting. As she looked me straight in the eye from where I was sitting and winked! I did not think she knew where I was, but apparently she had enough presence to make sure I was enjoying her sex play as much as she....After loosing at least six pool games I had gotten up and wanting to make sure Sally's perverted sexual fantasy would be carried out to her wildest dreams and told the young man that had won several games and seemed to be in charge. So that that Sally could. Far as I'm concerned, I'm as good as fucked,the way she's making herself out to be: smooth thighs, big, round tits, lips that could blow the cap offa bottle of Bud, legs long as tomorrow and an ass as big as today. Fuck, I feel I'm in the bag already,so I sidle up, introduce myself, and we're off to the races, cranking shot after shot until we're bothstumbling down under back at her place.Fuck, man. Velvet dress crazing my fingers, lips slaying my lips, fingertips biting my ass, and my.